“Well,” my English teacher replied, “I normally only fuck tigers, but I think I can make an exception for a beautiful young girl.” He did not remove his hand from my thigh. “That’s odd,” I replied, startled. “For I’ve titled my story, To Snare a Tiger, but that’s not what I asked. I asked, ‘Are you in the practice of luring students into one-on-one tutoring sessions so that you can more easily seduce them?’”  “Ah!” he exc...

I hit Send. I really didn’t know what had gotten into me. I mean, he was sweet to help me lug all my stuff up three flights of stairs to my Freshman dorm room, and he was kind of cute. Best of all, he was a Senior, but I barely knew him. So, when I tried to pay him for his trouble, I was taken aback when he gave a lopsided grin and remarked that people around here mostly just swap. The way his smoldering grey eyes liquefi...

Melanie put both hands – her wrists crossed – on the pylon in front of her as she pushed back onto him. His erection was shaped just the right way, thick enough to stretch her to the point of pain. He slammed ferocilously into her as her mind flashed through the usual list. It started, as usual, with her high school English teacher, who had required her to stay after school for “tutoring.” She could still feel the pinch o...

“You are mine,” Paul grunted, driving, his arousal rigid and brutal. “Mine!” he swore as he released the death grip on my hair to flip me onto my back and yank my legs up so I was folded nearly double.  His thrusts were full, hard, ruthless. I pushed to meet him, striving for the golden moment, the instant of no return, the onset of ecstasy.  “Dirty girl,” he snarled through clenched teeth, his face contorted and pinched...

Eric mindlessly plodded up and back, up and back.  Lap swimming was so boring.  Other swimmers kept him company at first but now they all seemed to have gone.  Up and back.  As he made yet another turn and pushed off there was a splash in the next lane and he glimpsed female legs.   Every eight laps he stopped to rest and found himself staring at the girl as she swam. It was hard to size her up exactly for her hair was co...

“Skinny dipping? Are you out of your mind? We're in public in case you haven’t noticed. What if someone comes along?” “It’s nearly dark, so what if they do?” My identical twin Mary Helen sat on a convenient root to slip off her Superga chambray sneakers. “All they’ll see is a couple of girls in the water. They won’t know that we’re de-liciously nekkid.” “Ha. And what if they decide to go swimming too?” “We’ll just keep ou...

She had a thing about panache so the Audi A5 convertible had to have the top down even though the tropical sun threatened to boil the blood in her head and turn her eyeballs into aching migraine globes, unmitigated by the midnight-black sunglasses perched on her nose. A Mercedes SL or a Porsche 911 would have been ideal, of course, but if a humble Audi A5 was all that was available you had to compensate for it with a dash...

"I got one! I got one!"I was so excited that I almost tripped and fell headlong into the stream. I had awkwardly cast the lure one more time and just as I had begun to reel it in, it disappeared. The rod was almost jerked from my hand."Set the hook! Just like I showed you!" you called.I grasped the line and pulled down sharply, rod tip low to the water as you had had me practice."Now sweep the tip over the surface of the...

 PROLOGUE: I am the only person I know that has been attacked by a moose. Yes, a moose. It was in Banff a few years back. My husband and I, along with two other couples, had made the trip to sightsee and maybe ski. The evening of the first day, I went for a walk from our little B&B to get a flavor of the town. Walking along a long road between some apartments or condos or something, I spied a huge shaggy beast down the st...

Most women are used to being checked out in the gym. So when I felt him looking at me as I pounded away on the treadmill I did the things that come naturally. I tugged my capris out of my crack. Gazed fixedly straight ahead. Turned the music in my ear buds up. Tried to wait out his attention. But he kept looking. And later when I was sipping my usual Vanilla Protein Smoothie in the Bistro he sprawled boldly into my booth,...

I left the pool disappointed. After weeks of flirting and cajoling Sara had finally agreed to meet in person. She let slip that she would be working out at the Fitness Center and if I happened to be there at the same time perhaps we could say hi. I suggested that we meet as if by chance in the pool. Neither of us had done anything like this before and I thought it a rather clever precaution for we could spend time idly ch...

How cozy your cabin was. A glowing fire cracked and hissed in the stone fireplace. Shadows danced playfully in the dim light from the kerosene lanterns swinging lazily from the ceiling beams. Dinner had been so delightful. The aroma of trout grilling on the open fire had caused my stomach to knot and growl with hunger. We'd taken little enough to eat on the long trek up the canyon and I was famished. We fell on the flaky...

I stretched luxuriously, my tummy flat on the cool, crisp Egyptian cotton sheets of the king-sized bed, thumbing through a picture book of Idaho that I had found on the desk. You had excused yourself to pick up a few last-minute items to sustain us during our week in the wilderness. It struck me again - I was in Idaho! I was actually going through with this! Was it wrong? Yes, I conceded. And, later, I might regret my act...

I splashed into the tumult feeling like a jackass and just managed to snag the tip of my rod as it was going under for the last time. It didn't help one bit that you were doubled over laughing a few yards down the bank. I bristled, but then grinned. The trout were no doubt laughing, too. Fishing conjures up visions of calm serenity; of early mornings on the lake with waters like a mirror whose only purpose was to reflect...

The door to the rooftop squawks on its hinges, shutting out the smirking, pudgy-faced matre’d. We are alone in the soft night air. The Wedge Tower is not the tallest building in downtown Houston, but it is more than tall enough for me! I wonder again why you feel compelled to show me the view from up here instead of the cozy confines of the elegant 43rd Restaurant below. Still, the view is magnificent – especially when vi...